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“What the fuck happened to your stomach?” Aiden interrupts, his gaze burning a hole right through my shirt.
“Um, nothing?”
Smooth, Amelia. Real freaking smooth. Everyone saw the giant fist-shaped bruise on your abdomen that Dave gave you as a “fuck you” gift to Aiden, and the only thing you can think to say is “Um, nothing.”?
“It looks like someone punched you,” Charlotte whispers in confusion.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I reply in a tone I hope comes across as convincingly unfazed.
For some reason, I glance over at Mason, the only other person who has some kind of idea about what happened that night, but he’s sworn to secrecy. He’s staring directly at my covered stomach, a look of guilt clear on his face.
“Bu
llshit,” Annalisa retorts. “Let me see it again.”
“No, really, it’s fine.” I’m praying that my face isn’t getting all red from the scrutiny and betraying me.
Before I know it, Annalisa grabs the bottom of my shirt and yanks it up to reveal my sore, multicolored, bruised stomach.
Annalisa’s bright-blue eyes cloud with anger. “Was it Kaitlyn? I swear to God I will cut a bitc—”
“No one hit me,” I interrupt, forcing my shirt back down and covering my stomach.
“Then what happened?” Aiden asks in a way that makes me feel like he’s a professional interrogator and I’m the criminal caught in his web.
“I walked into furniture,” I lie lamely.
“Furniture?”
“Yeah, you know me. I’m the biggest klutz.” I’m usually really good at lying—I have to be—but I’m finding it really hard to lie straight to Aiden’s face.
“You walked into fist-shaped furniture?! More than once?”
“It was just the one time,” I mumble automatically.
“What? Someone hit you hard enough to leave that mark?!” he says.
“Well, to be fair, I’m pretty sure I bit a chunk of his hand out—” I joke for some reason, stupidly thinking that it’ll help the situation.
Aiden’s eyes light up with fury before he masks it. “Who?” Aiden’s jaw is clenched, his tone eerily stoic.
“Aiden, it’s—”
“My fault,” Mason interrupts, still looking at my now-covered stomach with a guilty expression.
Aiden’s head snaps to Mason. “What?” he growls.
“At the track . . .” Mason starts, his eyes filled with despair.
“You hit Amelia?!” Noah exclaims with disgust.
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.” I defend Mason. “And it’s not his fault.”
“It is! I know you said we were okay, but I still feel awful about it. We knew something bad was probably going to happen to you and I still left you like that—”
“Can someone explain what the hell is going on?” Annalisa interrupts, tired of looking back and forth from me to Mason.
“At the Tracks the other night, I went with Amelia to the bathroom—you know that little one in the middle of the field? While she was in there I saw Amanda, so I went over to talk to her and I didn’t see Amelia come out,” Mason explains quickly, eager to clear his conscience.
